15
TOM WAS IN the garden with his back to us, busy filming the fire ravaging the mountains. At the sound of our approach, he spun around. “You returned safely. We were so worried.”
“It was quite a drive,” I said, preparing to introduce Michael.
“You must tell me about what you saw, along the road. And have you brought with you the
“Just the one,” Michael said, smiling and stepping forward to shake hands with Tom. “My name is Michael Hendricks. Are you the infamous Tsutomu?”
“Tom. I always prefer Americans to call me Tom.”
“Michael drove back with me because of the fire,” I said. “And he’ll join us for dinner.”
Tom took his hand back from Michael and nodded at me. “Everyone’s waiting for you to prepare the meal, but the television was exciting enough to distract them. Come in, both of you.”
“The gauntlet’s not as bad as you led me to believe,” Michael whispered to me as we followed Tom into the house. When he saw the interior, his voice rose a few octaves. “Wow, this place certainly beats my hotel room, doesn’t it?”
“I wasn’t in your hotel room-and remember, shoes!” I hissed at him because he seemed ready to stride with his weathered Topsiders into the living room. Everyone had turned from the television to inspect the two of us: Edwin, Margaret, Courtney and Yoshitsune on one side, my father, Hiroshi, and Calvin Morita on the other.
“This is my friend Michael Hendricks-he helped me drive here, because of the fire.” I went on to introduce everyone to Michael.
“How kind of you to accompany Rei,” my father said stiffly, when it was his turn. “I’m Rei’s father, Toshiro Shimura. I have to ask, though, how will you return to your hotel, now that the road is closing?”
“If the road hasn’t re-opened in a few hours, I’ll stay in the hotel we passed on the way in,” Michael said. “And I apologize for intruding on your family. I now understand my arrival this afternoon placed Rei in a dangerous place at the wrong time. I’m sorry for that as well.
“Eh, these fires, we must drive in and out of them-no other way to survive!” Uncle Edwin said. “Our way of life. When was the last time we had a really big fire, Margaret? Six years past?”
“It was three years ago,” Calvin corrected him. “I know, because I’d just started in my position. Michael, let me introduce myself. I’m Dr Calvin Morita, a neighbor here in Pineapple Plantation.”
“Yah, the fire was 2005,” Uncle Yoshitsune chimed in. “I remember that some neighbors dredged the water out of my pond to wet down the firebreak. Three of my fish died.”
“That’s terrible about your fish, Uncle Yosh. Hopefully the fire won’t get close enough to Honokai Hale for that to happen tonight,” I said, trying to be jocular in order to drag attention away from Michael.
“Nobody there to throw water; the police made everybody leave,” Yosh said.
“Hey, will you join me in a drink? So I won’t be the only one?” Calvin invited Michael.
“No thanks, I think it would just put me to sleep,” Michael said. “What about you, Rei? Since you’re not driving any more tonight?”
“No, thank you. Where’s Braden?” I finally realized who was missing.
“He’s gone upstairs to watch the FX channel,” said Tom.
“I’ll call him down. Braden, you get your behind down here!” Margaret stood at the foot of the stairs and hollered up.
“So, you a sailor, huh?” Edwin said to Michael, as Braden eventually dragged himself down the stairs. “Been stationed at Pearl Harbor for long?”
“Well, I’m actually based in Washington, DC, although I did live at Pearl when I was a boy; my father worked there. I was actually sailing with friends in the Transpac race.”
“For a guy your age, it’s a long time to be enlisted,” said Edwin, who clearly still misunderstood the situation. You going try for promotion or get out?”
“Both are possibilities.” A twitch at the side of Michael’s mouth told me he was trying not to laugh. And I suddenly understood why he was letting Edwin believe he was a Navy sailor-he was creating a cover close enough to a semi-truth without actually lying. My father’s expression was closed, but Uncle Hiroshi was frowning, and Tom was looking at Michael with a considerably less friendly expression than before. Braden, who’d trailed downstairs, gave Michael a sarcastic salute before flopping down next to his sister and staring with a bored expression at the television news.
The situation seemed to worsen after Margaret asked Michael where in Hawaii he had attended high school. Michael mentioned a place called Punahou; I’d never heard of it, but it obviously meant something of significance because Braden hooted, and Courtney looked up from her book with an expression on her face that almost looked like envy.
“You were a Punahou graduate, and then you enlisted in the Navy?” Edwin sounded incredulous.
“I didn’t graduate from Punahou; I was actually there less than a year.”
Braden whistled, then said, “You flunk out or something?”
“Actually, they asked me to leave.” Michael’s voice was short.
I heard a collective intake of breath around the room.
“Most people try so hard to get into Punahou, they want to stay.” Edwin said.
Everyone, including me, was waiting for an explanation, but none came. I put my head down and went back to cooking. Oddly enough, Braden seemed interested in conversation, and he began peppering Michael with questions about wave heights and nautical miles. Michael answered him easily, and I saw my father appraising Michael as if was trying to reconcile all the discordant elements: the crisp New England accent, the private school expulsion, and all the sailing knowledge.
“Why don’t you sit down with the others?” I said to Michael when he left Braden for a minute and came over to watch me chop ginger and garlic to go into the spinach saute.
“But nobody’s helping you,” Michael said sotto voce. “Surely I can do something.”
That would have made me even more nervous, so I shook my head and said, “Michael should tell you all about the fire we drove through. We saw some incredible animals fleeing.”
“What kind of animals?” Courtney looked up from her book.
“We spotted dozens and dozens of large, fluffy white birds with their heads tucked under their wings. There was a whole flock of them gathered on the bushes that border the resort. I guess they’d given themselves an evacuation notice, from wherever they normally live.”
“How cute,” Courtney said. “I bet they were waiting there for their friends to join them!”
“Maybe so,” Michael answered. “We also saw a beautiful family of wild dogs running across the golf course when we drove in.”
“You couldn’t have-there are no wild dogs in Hawaii,” Edwin said.
“True,” Calvin added. “There’s such a fear of rabies here that the numbers of dogs are kept really low and there’s a ridiculous quarantine for dogs coming in from the outside-six months! The Kikuchis have a Maltese they wanted to bring over for Jiro, but gave up because of the difficulty.”
“You’re both wrong,” Braden interjected. “Wild dogs live in the mountains. Scary yellow buggahs, make good watch dogs if only they could be trained.”
“Well, if these supposed wild creatures keep running makai, they might wind up on our little bit of seaside property and take shelter,” Edwin said with a false smile. “Which reminds me, we need to talk about our land.”
Edwin has no idea of timing, I thought while exchanging glances with my father and Uncle Hiroshi and Tom. Calvin raised an eyebrow, but the hell if I was going to enlighten him.
“Please don’t worry,” Uncle Hiroshi said. “We will definitely help. We’re just not sure how we can best do it.”
“Yes,” my father chimed in, ‘that’s the problem. We must help, but how?”
Edwin smiled as if to reassure him. “It’s not you that’s gonna do any work, it’s the lawyer. A trained expert. That’s what I mentioned before. If it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure you get your share of the house price,
